“Perhaps it was a ghost. I thought I saw my cousin Henry at the window of the house back there.”
“Indeed! All right, go back and make sure. But don’t stay too long.”
The caution was not yet finished when Dave started back on a run. As he gained the door of the residence the barrier was flung back and Henry came forth, cap in hand.
“Dave!”
“Henry!”
“I thought I saw you passing!”
“And I thought I saw you at the window!”
And then the pair fell into each other’s arms, while tears of joy stood in their eyes. They shook hands over and over again, and it was fully a minute before either could trust himself to speak again.
“How pale and thin you look,” declared Dave, at last. “Have you been sick?”
“I’ve been in prison.”